Legends of Belariath
Wade
Song of the Spider Queen
Come to me, My Pale Moon
Bleed your dreams for me
Bring your paleness so I may Taint
Thine Unchaste purity
Let me draw the Sorrows moan
A lover’s agony
All of this, a deadly kiss
and bring dark dreams to be
Song of the Spider Queen-
It all began with a song. Not a song of cheer, or of good fortunes, or even a bawdy Inn song of sex, but a song of Darkness, Destruction, and of Agony unleashed on the world. This song was sung by the Spider Queen at the height of her celebration, the Blood Swan Moon and the one who answered the call.
Before her life in Nanalthion:
Gracilathanasla heard the song in Nanalthion the first night of the Moriel Holiday, and at first she dismissed it as perhaps someone singing by the river... But she heard it again at the Inn, for a moment, and again in the baths. She thought she was losing her mind. When she neared the Temple district, it became distinct and she could make out the words, a song in a soothing tone that was soft and not sweet, but like a dark lovers caress.
It called to her, beckoned her; it begged her to come, it demanded she come. The feeling turned in her mind even as it seemed to fade... then swell like a dark tide consuming her senses only to give her enough to find her way. She went to the Inn and recruited the help of the Troll, Cynnar; they went on still the song cried out to her like a lost lover. She followed, dragging the man with her.
She; the Halfbreed rejected by her own kind on the surface,
treated as broken and inferior never knowing of her noble hidden heritage. She
followed the song... it spoke of this, and secrets long kept from sight. It
spoke of a pride yet unfulfilled, desires given, taken… crushed from the marrow
of the ones who would deny her that birthright. She followed it and ended up in
Ishtars' temple at first, and there she lost the song; but when she fled the
temple she heard it again, and followed it into a cave, and that is when things
took an unusual turn. When she followed it down she tried to get help, but the
one man who might have helped her fled when the neared the cave, dark and
ominous sounds and... Vibes came from within.. Gracie herself had to steel
herself, but she finally entered the cave.
Down, down she descended into the darker than dark depths; the air cool against
her naked skin. She stripped in the dark feeling wherever she ended up nude was
how she should be as she made her way through a darkness. No above world eyes
could penetrate and even she could barely see. She descended into the dark and
could hear the screams of pain, pleasure, the moans, the sounds of viscera and
cum and other manners of gnashing and whippings from caves as she passed. And
finally, she came across some freak Half-breed... and it was there she heard it
clearer and purer than ever...She walked to where he was and under him was a Moriel
woman, a weakling, impaled by a sword.. But the sword seemed to shift and reach
taking an animation in Gracie’s mind... she reached out, the gulf of inches
seemed like Aeons.
Then it happened:
When her fingers met the cold metal handle something dark
came out of it and entered her, slicing to her soul cleaving her spirit in two
and leaving her heart to bleed all the good things in her. It was if the blade
and handle had reversed themselves, impaling her much as it had Dune. Gracie
was lifted to the air and thrown by the dark force possessing her and
everything went black. but now the song was stronger than ever, and now it was
the complete song she could hear; not the single verse:
Come to me, My Pale Moon
Bleed your dreams for me
Bring your paleness so I may Taint
Thy unchaste purity
Let me draw the sorrows moan
A lovers agony
all of this, a deadly kiss
and bring dark dreams to be
In life all things must come to Death
in death few come to life,
to pour our sorrow, upon tomorrow
Must pour out Pain and Strife
Some must Burn and break the bones
of the upper world for me
and they I call my chosen few
and bring me Darkened glee
A woman came from the shadows. Gracie approached her unsure why she did and unsure she should, but seemingly compelled to.
"Who are you?"
She asked, as the woman came forth into the unlit place.
"Why, I am your mother."
The woman smiled a smile that seemed it would kill puppies somewhere in the world every time she flashed that grin.
"I am your dark Mother that Whore of a woman who birthed you didn't live long enough to tell you about, and those bastard cousins of ours hid from you.”
She smiled and approached Gracie embracing her, drawing her lips to that black breast. Gracilathasalas' lips found the nipple pressed against it and a moan issued from her.
“Yesss...Give what’s good in you to me... become the darkness you so long to embrace."
Gracie closed her eyes and she moaned, she felt her sex flood at the idea of the blood and violence she had witnessed; it turned her on to watch people die, to bleed. She took the nipple in her mouth biting and suckling, and the woman arched and moaned and Gracie moaned too, a few seconds later
Gracilathanasala felt some –Thing- creep between her legs, and looking down she noticed a spider body not a woman’s body. It was what she thought was a stinger... then it was inside her, penetrating her velvety walls and she arched, cumming instantly in ways she didn't know were possible. She screamed; in horror, in lust and absolute submitted desire, in submission to her Goddess, her lover...her truth.
It drove on, and on and on seeming to grow and writhe inside her as the spider queen moaned her pleasure.
"I should cleave your soul from you, but you... you have a use to me."
She began to fuck that appendage in and out of Gracie, who moaned fighting to get loose but... not. She moaned and began to cum, harder and deeper than she ever had an orgasm in her life, then she felt it... that dark spurting inside her as the Kirva moaned her lust and hate and grief stabbing deeper. The pain caused Gracie to scream even as she came again.
"You will serve me. No longer will you be a pale example of our heritage, but you will remain a paler shade of my truth, hidden within the lies... quiet. Watching... insidious... you will tell me that which you hear, and see, and find me a way to bring my dark reign to the world at long last."
A final stab in the woman then Kirva tossed her aside the purple ooze leaking from her battered, pleasured cunt.
Three hours later Gracilathanasla did not awake hungry, not for food, not for sex; did she hunger for blood. She moved to the surface and she could see the mark her Dark Queen had left on her... she knelt and gave thanks to the Dark Goddess, the Spider-Queen Kirva who had gifted her dark gift. She reached into the sun to pull a slightly blistered hand... covering her sensitive flesh she would stride form the Cave, a new woman.
"I am Gracilathanasala, Lady of the House of D' Roesoren. Fear me. Love me. Kneel…Die."
Stated with a pure utterance these words sprang from her lips with a near life of their own. She stepped forth into town, and leveled her Mistresses' Dark desires at the city.